Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.